The Golden Mirror
The glass shatters against the wall, a cascade of diamond dust that hangs suspended in the amber light of the workshop, and you stand there, your hand still raised, the echo of the break reverberating in the hollow chambers of your chest as it does in the ears of the room, a sound that is not quite a crash but a sigh, a release, a violent exhalation of the air that had been held in the lungs of...
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